Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 15:57:34 -0800
From: TopLegal
Subject: Shave-me-now
Shave Me Now
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By TopLegal
WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
(c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
met: there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
Invite
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A black envelope with white, chalk-like writing had arrived in the
mail. Despite the anthrax scare and the lack of a return address,
I was drawn to open the envelope.
The envelope itself was an expensive, thick paper stock and it was
tightly sealed. I had to resort to a letter opener to extract the
contents. A heavy piece of folded black card stock was inside. I
removed the card and examined it. There were no notations on the
outside of the card and it seemed to be made of the same stock as
the envelope.
I unfolded the card carefully. A thin white piece of tissue paper
fell out. On the inside of the black card a piece of white paper
was carefully mounted on one side. Red calligraphic ink was neatly
hand printed on the white portion:
> Dear Gunther:
>
> You are receiving a very special, and personal, invitation to an
> exclusive party. I would be most honored to have the pleasure of
> your visit at a gathering of the hottest most exclusive men in
> San Francisco.
>
> If you are man enough for the challenge, be at XXX Howard Street
> at 0100 on 8 Dec 2001.
>
> X
I must admit I was intrigued and except for planning to go hang in
a bar and end up dateless, so I decided I would take up X's
invitation.
Friday
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I selected my clothing for the evening carefully. I picked out a
bar of boots, tight fitting jeans and a T-shirt. I put on my bike
helmet and took my Suzuki motorcycle from the Castro over towards
the SOMA address.
I parked my bike on the street and took the helmet with me. I rang
the bell at 0055, and got no answer. I thought about leaving, but
the invitation had stirred my juices. I waited till 0100 and
without even ringing the doorbell, a young barely legal, shaved
boy wearing only a small bikini brief and a collar around his neck
opened the door saying, "Gunther?"
I almost left, but my curiosity got the better of me and I stepped
inside. The young boy locked the door behind me and took my helmet
and placed it on a table in the entry area.
"Follow me please," he said and walked up a staircase towards
a dark loft area.
I followed, observing that he appeared to be completely shaved:
head, armpits, etc. I assumed that under the bikini his pubic hair
was gone, but decided against asking. My guide did not offer his
name and did not talk with me.
After we reached the first landing, he asked for my invitation
which I handed to him. He took it and told me to get undressed and
sit on the couch until my host was ready and then bounded up the
stairs further into the darkness.
I was in an empty warehouse like room which seemed unheated. The
only light was from a single light down a flight of stairs. No
light seemed to be coming from the high level where the cute guide
had disappeared. There was nowhere for me to sit or to put my
clothes, but I decided to go for broke and stripped naked.
I stood in the second level staring at the empty space for a while
till my guide returned.
"This way please," my guide said.
I followed him into darkness and he led me to a small room lit
only by a black light. "Sit there," my guide said pointing
to a white stool that glowed oddly in the black light.
"I need to shave you for your meeting," my guide said matter of
factly.
"Um," I started.
He continued, "relax, this is quite enjoyable and you will get
used to it." He took out a clipper with a small guide and turned
it on.
I nodded and he began to remove my thick head of lush blonde hair
in quick strokes.
It felt weird to have a shaved, naked boy hovering over me
removing my hair. I badly wanted a mirror to watch my hair removal
as the hair fell onto the floor in quick bursts. In the darkness
it was hard to say whether there were remains of other men's hair.
I noticed something about my guide, he was blue eyed and I
suspected blonde. I was blue eyed, and blonde. Was that a thread
of commonality?
With the bulk of my hair removed, my guide applied a liberal dose
of shaving cream to my head and took out a razor. "Hold still," he
said as he began to run the razor against my head. The feel of the
cold steel blade against my head was erotic in the darkness. And
it felt good as my guide removed the small stubble of my hair.
I felt a huge boner as he rubbed a towel with moisturizer over my
now shaved skinhead.
"See, I told you this was relaxing," my guide said remarking on my
boner. "Stand up please."
I stood up and he lifted my left arm up and ran the clippers
through my armpit hair. Oddly, all I wanted was another full set
of hair so it could be shaved again. I had never been shaved
before, but the way my guide was doing it was so hot and relaxing.
He was quite expert at hair removal and he took his time getting
my entire body clean of even the slightest peach fuzz. Up until
the last minute, he avoided my pubic region.
Then the question, "ready for your crotch?"
I was still throwing a huge boner and his hand reached down and
stroked my shaft.
"Yes please," I said softly as he stroked my cock and began
clipping my pubic hair and then shaving it.
As he rubbed moisturizer onto my denuded pubes I shot a load onto
the floor.
My guide was meticulous in his hair removal and took a nose hair
clipper with a fresh blade cover and cleaned my nose hairs, ear
hairs, and then worked with a tweezer and a flashlight to pluck
some additional nose hairs. Next, attention was turned to my
eyebrows. He thinned those with a tweezer.
I found my cock erect again and he made me bend over the sink to
shave my ass crack. I stroked my own cock and he fingered my
fuckhole slightly and I shot another load.
"Perfect," he announced as he pulled his finger from my fuckhole.
I stood back up and offered me tight leather chaps that left my
ass and cock exposed. I put them on. Perfect fit. "How," I
wondered. Next black socks followed and a pair of knee high jack
boots. Also perfect fits. My guide helped me into the boots and
demonstrated the lacing procedure. I had to do the second boot for
myself and my guide approved the lacing.
I was given a leather halter top and and miltary style cap with
insignia I could not recognize imprinted on it.
"This way," my guide motioned me out of the bathroom. I was led up
another flight of stairs and found myself in an extremely dimly
lit room. I could make out a row of similarly dressed men lining
the hall in a military formation ten wide by four deep.
My guide led me to a spot in front of the assembled men and facing
them.
"Stay here," my guide said as he left the room.
I had some time to make out that different guys had different
numbers of stripes on their caps. All were impeccably shaved and
identically outfitted to me. All were also blue eyed. All, like
me, were less than thirty.
After about ten minutes of absolute silence, they parted and a
slightly older man, similarly clad wearing a hat with an "X" on
top came through the middle.
"Welcome, Gunther," his voice thundered, "welcome to the Aryan
Brotherhood."
My feet failed me, I was totally freaked out.
"I am X, once you are initiated you will be known only by your
rank, we are an organization of pure Aryan blood devoted to the
full enjoyment of our masculine strengths," he continued. "You are
a pure Aryan, welcome as a first order novitiate."
"But, I'm Jewish," I stammerred.
X chuckled slightly, "would you turn away the affections of your
handsome brothers?"
I stared at the gorgeous, shaved men that surrounded me and shook
my head. I wanted to be fucked by each and every one of them.
X approached me and guided me to my knees and before I realized it
I was being held in place, ever so gently by him and sucking each
of my brother's cocks.
X told me that I would be evaluated and a decision made as to
whether I would be invited to return. The brother's disappeared
along with X and my guide reappeared from nowhere to take me
downstairs.
At the landing, my clothing was missing, but my guide handed me my
wallet and keys in a small satchell and then led me downstairs to
my bike helmet.
Next Day
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It was still a bit dark, but I had to drive back on my bike
wearing the odd leather chaps with my private parts exposed to the
elements. At home, I collapsed. When I woke up finally, it was
well past noon. I enjoyed feeling my shaved body in the shower and
touching different parts of myself while watching in the mirror.
I think if I had not been shaved, I would have thought the whole
prior night had been a dream.
Around four o'clock, my doorbell rang, I went downstairs and my
guide was at the door wearing extremely short soccer shorts and a
T-shirt that was too tight. His leather collar was visible. I
laughed to myself, here in the Castro area of San Francisco he
would not even appear that out of place.
"Come in," I motioned. He stepped into my house and quickly
removed his T-shirt and shorts. I shut the door.
"I've come to check that you are ok," he said, "can you please
strip so I can inspect you?"
I headed to the bathroom and disrobed. My guide quickly ran his
hands over my body and checked for any irritation. Then he picked
up my razor and some shaving cream.
"What are you doing," I asked.
"Keeping you smooth," he responded and began applying shaving
cream to my face. He then started to shave me. I was fully erect
and loving it.
He did not speak to me much as he worked the razor over my entire
body ensuring that stubble was not forming up again. When he
finished he asked if I wanted him to stroke me off, I shook my
head and he asked if he could be dismissed. I shook my head.
He clasped his hands behind his back and asked what it was he
could do. I asked for an explanation about the Brotherhood and
what he did for them but he refused to answer me. After a few
minutes of futile discussions, he asked permission to leave again
and I dismissed him. He headed out into the night leaving me alone
to contemplate my experience.
Waiting
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My guide appeared again Sunday in the early evening. I was
becoming used to being shaved. It felt wonderful to have another
person have to take care of that responsibility for me and so
relaxing and erotic at the same time. Again, when he finished he
asked permission to leave, but this time I granted it immediately.
On Monday, it was odd at work being totally shaved, but this being
San Francisco nobody flipped out completely. Monday night I got
home late and my guide was standing outside my door shivering
slightly. I gave him a key and told him he could use it in the
future. He thanked me and then shaved me, all business. I loved
every minute of it. I did not even dare ask if I could grow my
hair out a bit to have the experience of having it shaved off
again.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were identical. The waiting was
becoming unbearable, but I realized my still nameless guide had no
information to give me.
Friday though my guide told me to get dressed, we were going to
meet X again. My guide led me to a different location in Hunter's
Point. I was a bit freaked to be in that part of town with my
genitals exposed on a motorcycle and a guy on the back of my bike
who was barely dressed.
We pulled into a driveway and my guide entered a code and had me
pull into a garage. My guide shut the garage behind me and led me
into another warehouse building.
X was waiting for me, alone. My guide disappeared.
"We have decided to accept you, your guide is quite pleased with
you, he will be permanently assigned as your houseboy, you are not
to know his name. If he displeases you, whip him. If he pleases
you, reward him. The Brotherhood will pay for his care and upkeep.
You will of course be contributing most of your income directly to
the Brotherhood from now on."
"Of course, SIR," I responded without question and standing at
attention in my jack boots.
"Good, in light of your virility good looks we will start you as a
second rank," X said replacing my cap with one bearing two bars.
"Henceforth you will be #10046, 2nd order."
With that X left the room and my guide returned to lead me to a
tattoo parlor. A Brother who I had sucked the other night smiled
at me and asked me to sit down. My left shoulder quickly became
the site for an Aryan Brotherhood tattoo based on a swastika with
the number #1046 written beneath it.
After the tattoo job was finished, I sucked off the Brother who
had performed the task and then was fucked by him. Life was good.
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